A Flight to Oneself

Summary

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The day after I lost the baby, my husband tried to fix things the only way he knew how―by writing a check.

"Buy whatever you want," Julian said, standing by my hospital bed. His tone was tired, almost bored. "Just stop being like this."

I shook my head slowly. I picked up the folder on the nightstand and handed it to him.

"What is this?" He took it, flipping to the last page out of habit, ready to sign.

"Divorce papers," I said calmly.

His hand froze. He looked up, annoyance flashing in